There are so many routes to a city;
You take the one you love;
The many lanes within a town, pity!
To choose the best one, how?
Some problems have solutions much galore;
Depends on your approach;
But access to a house is by one door,
Unlike a car or coach.
You can't serve masters two, money and God,
Both simultaneously;
You have one choice if heaven be reward -
Live earthly life wisely.
You can't speak lies and lead a righteous life;
The Maker knows your heart;
Our love of God is tested much in strife;
Just cling to Him from start.
All roads may lead to Rome on earth;
You can just choose any;
The narrow road leads one to Mirth
Eternal, not many!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 21-11-14
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